Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.